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Change is inevitable. Change is constant.
British Statesman, Benjamin Disraeli

It was the fabulous David Bowie who sang, “Turn and face the change, ch-ch changes.” That about sums up life, everything changes and you have to either run away from the change or embrace it. Running away from change only delays the inevitable and makes the change even harder to deal with. At the very least, you have to make the best of it that you can. Life is change. The moment you are born there are two certainties at play, change and death and some say that death is just a change in your current status.

In the ten years I’ve lived in Cyprus I have seen more dramatic changes to my life than in the previous fifty plus years. From the financial crisis in 2008, to the financial banking meltdown in 2013 and illness that has caused a major shift in our lives. And now I see major changes on the horizon once more.

Some of the changes are due to age. My wife and I are both in our sixties and semi-retired verging on full retirement. Our two English Springer Spaniels, Harvey and Holly are getting old too and changes are coming to them with age and some ill health. But the next major change is that we are moving home.

In ten years on this Island in the Mediterranean we have lived in three very different houses in three different locations. These were changes brought about due to circumstances beyond our control. But we embraced the change and made our lives better for it. Our current home is between Larnaca and Limassol on the outskirts of a sleepy little village. It’s my step-daughter’s home that we rent. Change has come to her family too and they need to be moving back into their home and so we have to make a major change to our lives… well, not quite. Because as luck would have it, the bungalow next door to where we live has become available for rent and that’s where we’re moving to.

It’s still a bit of an upheaval but we can do it at a slower pace because we don’t move until December 1st and next door is actually empty, so we can just move over a matter of weeks instead of in a single day. It’s major change, but not as we know it. It’s a gradual change and in fact the location is only a matter of a few metres away.

Some of my readers may know that I like to potter around in my concrete garden and grow fruit. Next door will offer a little less in concrete space to grow, but more in actual garden with real soil. I’m even taking over some fruit trees, including a grapefruit tree. But I’m losing my rockery and my grape vines. More change.

Our original plan for the future was to buy an apartment to rent out and then move into in a few years time. That’s been put on hold due to a sale of property in England falling through, so again, a change in plan.

Change happens all around us, all the time. It’s how you deal with the major changes that define how you live your life.

Copyright Tom Kane © 2018

As a English expat author living in Cyprus, you may think my life revolves around cocktails by the pool. You would be wrong. In ten years on the island I’ve had my fair share of adventures and interesting experiences.

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Ever had the feeling you’re going round in circles and never getting anywhere? I get that a lot with trying to figure out why a book sells or a free book is downloaded.  I have three free books I give away all the time, see the links at the end of this piece. For no apparent reason, especially with free books, I sometimes have a peak of downloads that doesn’t seem to make sense. It first happened in January 2018 where 1279 downloads of my free book Hitler’s Secret Atomic Bomb were downloaded. Historically this book has seen around a hundred of so downloads a month, mainly in the UK and USA.

I put this sudden peak down to people receiving kindles for Christmas, but it’s now happened again. This time it’s the same title but downloads are almost entirely in India, where I would normally be lucky to get a sale or free download once in a blue moon. Yet so far this month there have been 230 downloads of Hitler’s Secret Atomic Bomb in India alone. Why India all of a sudden? Has there been a sudden upsurge of kindle reader sales in India? That can’t be the answer because the kindle was first launched in India in 2012, six years ago. So it has to be down to some other factor that I have no control over, like for example the emails Amazon sometimes sends out to market books. Indie authors have no say in when their titles appear in such emails, so we have to just sit back, relax and hope it all makes sense one day!

It’s not that I’m complaining, far from it. But I do like to have a little control or say in when and how my titles are marketed. Sometimes, being an independent author can make life a little bit unpredictable.

Copyright Tom Kane © 2018

As a English expat author living in Cyprus, you may think my life revolves around cocktails by the pool. You would be wrong. In ten years on the island I’ve had my fair share of adventures and interesting experiences.

Read a free sample of A Pat on his Back – Only £1.99 on Amazon Kindle.

Read a free sample of my WW2 action/adventure novel Operation Werwolf – Only £1.99 on Amazon Kindle.

Download my FREE Books on Amazon Kindle

Living in Cyprus: 2015 here

Hitler’s Secret Atomic Bomb here

An Indie Author Quick Guide to Blogging here


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Living in Cyprus: 2015 here

Hitler’s Secret Atomic Bomb here

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In English there is a saying, ‘time is a great healer’. I’ve no idea who said that, but nonetheless it’s true. Equally true and pertinent is Sigá Sigá in Greek, meaning slowly slowly. Both are true, especially where medical matters are concerned.

Naturally time needs a little assistance from medicine and the ministrations of professionals, like our vet’s practice in Larnaca. I cannot speak more highly of their professionalism and dedication. If it weren’t for that I would fear for Harvey’s recovery from Ataxia and the cyst/abscess on his intestine.

Due to his confinement prior to surgery, which took longer than predicted due to the discovery of the cyst/abscess, Harvey also developed a few sores. These too are all but healed over thanks to the cone he’s been wearing. Harvey has a habit of licking anything with skin attached and is particularly partial to licking wounds, especially mine. So naturally his sores were a god-send to him. The cone has stopped all licking, but allowed him a new pastime, one-dog destruction-derby. He obviously can’t work out the spatial coordinates of his cone, so he simply barges into things, knocks over anything not nailed down and generally causing mayhem. That’s my boy! But the cone can soon be removed, something Harvey and we can’t wait to happen.

He’s getting more and more mobile, except when he’s asleep, he is 14 after all. But his renewed mobility has to be tempered with his wariness of steps or slippery floors. Here in Cyprus floors tend to be tiled for coolness in the summer, so consequently floors are slippery to Harvey. But he’s getting better and better at slippery floors and steps.

His ‘final’ hurdle is the anxiety he feels when I leave the room. Initially he would bark for hours if I went out, he even barked when I went to the other end of the room from him. That has lessened lately, but is still evident every now and then. Plus he wakes up around two in the morning and won’t settle unless I sit with him for a few hours. I’ll wean him off this behavior just as soon as his physical problems are all sorted out. In the mean-time I’m getting a few extra hours of writing every day, between two and five each morning. A real boon for a writer like me, but never the less tiring.

Then we have Holly.

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Holly has been indifferent throughout Harvey’s illness. But she too has caused us a scare when we found a lump near her spine. The vet recommended we treat it as an abscess and give her antibiotics. If this worked all well and good, but if it didn’t, then she would need surgery. Luckily the lump has gone down a lot after only five days of treatment, so that’s a relief.

Now all we need is a few days rest ourselves, it’s been a trying time but we seem to have turned the corner.

Copyright © Tom Kane 2018



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An extract from Diary of a Debt Collector.

I had never been to Turkey before but my wife had been several times. We were on our way to Dalaman airport and then I was assured it was a short transfer to our ultimate destination, t and he was looking forward to seeing all the sights and sounds I had told him about. We were heading for Ovacik, well away from the usual British haunt of Marmaris. We both liked the thought of peace and quiet and tranquillity, and the resort seemed to offer that in abundance according to the brochure.

We checked in, handed our baggage over, and decided to have a quiet drink at the bar.

We bought our drinks and sat at a non-smoking table. I’m no sure why we did that because the smoke was being blown in our direction from the smoking area by a fan, but who cares, we were on holiday and were soon laughing and giggling like school kids.

I took a sip from my drink and watched the ebb and flow of the crowds. Then almost choked as I saw the cleaner from our office walk past.

“What’s up?” David asked as I spluttered into my glass.

“You see that lady over there, with the red top?”

David nodded.

“She’s a cleaner from our office.”

David looked me square on and frowned. “And?”

“Nothing, I was just startled to see her.”

“Which is why you’re a foot shorter than you were before you saw her and hiding behind me?”

I immediately straightened and shook my head. “Not at all. I was just startled, that’s all.”

David smiled and we both started to laugh.

“Hiya!” A voice boomed from above.

I looked up and gulped. “Mavis! What a surprise. What are you doing here?”

Mavis Flagg is one of my customers and I was truly gob smacked to see her at the airport. In all the years I have known her she has never gone anywhere except to Blackpool. Mavis is big, brash and honest as the day is long, but she is also very loud.

“We’re off on holiday,” she said as she swept an arm toward her brood, waiting in the wings, all smiles and snotty noses. There must have been six kids and three teenagers. Laughing, shouting and hitting each other. They are the terrors of the street Mavis lives on, not nasty kids, just very loud and very prone to getting into all sorts of scrapes.

“Where are you off to?” I asked, trying to seem calm and holding my breath at the same time.

“Turkey and it’s our first time abroad. The flights at 8.30 tonight and we’re excited. Where are you going?”

Bless her cotton socks.

“Turkey,” I squeak.

“Reeeeaaaallllllly? Us too,” Mavis shrieks. “We’ll see you on the plane then.”

Mavis wobbles off toward her brood, broadcasting to the world as she went, exactly what our travel plans are.

“A customer?”

David’s quiet voice bumps me from my reverie and I simply nod.

“Want to go through to departure and get settled in there?”

I nod again and allow David to steer me towards the security check.

I have a bad feeling about this.

With security safely negotiated, because there are very few people going through, I begin to feel better and hope that as this is early season there will not be many on the flight.


As we entered the departure lounge, the place is a heaving mass of loud adults and even louder children who all seem to be running around at break-neck speeds, as if they have only just discovered that they have legs.

“This looks cosy,” David mutters as we pick our way through the crowd.

I was keeping quiet. I’d already spied two more of my customers and I’d decided that a wig, headscarf and dark glasses would not go amiss.


Oh God!

Mavis has found me again.

“You’re on the same plane as us, then?”

“I guess so,” David said with a smile.

Mavis looks him up and down and then leans towards me.

“He’s nice, where did you get him from?”

“The Internet,” David said, before I could do a thing to stop him.

“Ohh, whereabouts? I could do with one like him.” Mavis giggles and she and her brood melt into the seething mass of human beings.


The tannoy comes to life and announces that our flight is going to be leaving early.

That has to be a first in aviation history.

The departure lounge stands up as one and rushes towards the gate.

Oh help!

David and I steer a course towards the desk and after much shoving, pushing, swearing and cussing we arrive at the top of the steps of the aircraft and make our way into the cabin.

Mavis Flagg lives on Greenland Road. Over half the residents of this road are my customers, and – they – are – all – on – this – flight!

As we made our way down the aisle I felt like a reluctant bride. All the people, either side, I know and they are all looking at me. Some are good friends, some are good customers, some are not friends and many are bad debt customers.

If I owed someone a couple of hundred pounds and had been pleading poverty with them for the last year or more, I would sure as eggs is eggs be a little embarrassed if that person got on the same flight as me to a holiday that had cost me three times what I owed.

Not one batted an eyelid and all were as nice as pie.

There is no justice in this world.



The flight was four hours long but it seemed like two years.

“Sheila have you got my f****** bag?”

“Where’s that b****** bottle gone?”

“Yer s******* me?”

“Gis a drink, Mam!”

“Oy, yer little b******! Ooo said yer could ‘ave that, ay?”

The cabin crew were heroines and heroes all. The kids refused to sit down for more than 30 seconds at a time. The parents are getting legless on bottled water (go figure) and the cabin crew are just calm and efficient.

David sat through it with a stony grimace. He’s never been married and has no children. He’s great with children, but he hates noise and especially noise from children. David, I could tell, was not happy.

And all the time the plane flew inexorably onwards to Turkey and I’m hoping and praying that they are all going to Marmaris, because Ovacik is in the other direction.


As we trundled slowly through Dalaman airport, David was very quiet and I feared he is suffering from shell-shock.

We found the rep and in silence she took us to the mini-bus. Mini being the operative word. It’s so small and David is over six feet tall. He was looking like a trussed duck as more people boarded.

“At least none of my customers seem to be coming this way,” I murmur, helpfully.

David smiles. “I think I’m deaf,” he murmurs.

We smile together and hold hands.

Then the bombshell.

The rep pops onto the bus and says in her sing-song, everything is all right, voice, “Two for Ovacik?”

“Yes,” I squeak. It was past two-thirty in the morning and I was parched.

“Oh, you’ll love this”, she says. “Follow me.”

We off-load our baggage and follow as dutiful English people abroad do. She stopped at a Taxi and starts to talk to the driver. They haggle for a bit and then the driver shrugs and opens the boot of his taxi.

“Ovacik?” He asks.

We both nod.

He grabs our bags, dumps them in the boot, slams it shut and opens the taxi’s passenger door. We climbed in.

“Enjoy your trip,” says the rep who then waltzes off to find other unsuspecting people to make happy.

The taxi driver slams the car door, walks to the driver side, gets in, slams his door, sighs, gets out, slams his door and walks off.

We wait.

And wait.

And wait.

After what seems like hours the driver came back and without a word sets off into the dark.

The flight to Turkey took slightly over four hours and as we were driving along the dark roads, I noticed the time on the car’s dashboard clock slowly ticking by.

Ninety minutes had gone by and I can see that it’s getting a bit lighter outside.

Dawn is approaching rapidly and we finally saw a sign for Ovacik.

As we entered the town, the driver is obviously searching for the resort.

Thirty more minutes went by until David suddenly spots a sign for the resort.

Finally, we make it to the resort which is opposite a very impressive white mosque.

As David is signing us in I’m taking in the smells of the flowers and the start of the dawn chorus, David takes the keys from the night porter and turns and smiles at me.

A tannoy in the mosque opposite suddenly squeals into life and a man with a high pitched voice begins Morning Prayer at 4am – blasted out at full volume.

David, somewhat inappropriately, I think, as we are in a Muslim country says, rather loudly.

“Jesus Christ Almighty! What the f*** was that?”


Extracted from Diary of a Debt Collector. Read more here –

Copyright © Tom Kane 2017


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After Harvey’s operation on his spine and his stomach we found Holly has a lump growing near her spine. So we visited the vet once more and thankfully the vet was positive. Holly has probably got a cyst and a course of anti-biotics will, we hope, cure the lump. But if it doesn’t do so in ten days then she’s under the knife. In which case we hope it’s not cancer. Here we go with the waiting game again.

These are trying times, but on Harvey’s side the vet was amazed he had recovered so quickly and so well. Harvey’s powers of recuperation are pretty extraordinary. What he isn’t recovering so well from is the anxiety he’s experiencing due to being caged at the vets for three weeks. Every night since we picked him up a week ago I have had to sit with him during the night as he keeps waking and barks if I’m not there. I’m pretty much a poor sleeper anyway and only need about five hours a night, but currently I’m snatching an hour here and there and then Harvey wakes and barks constantly until I present myself for duty!

It’s something he will, I’m told, grow out of in time. I hope so because I’m becoming a little bit tetchy and that’s not like me as I’m usually pretty laid back. Tonight is a good example, after the visit to the vet Harvey has been hyper. It’s now almost 3am and he is finally settling to sleep. The problem is, I’m drinking so much coffee while baby-sitting Harvey, I’m getting a little hyper myself. Maybe we should go for a three mile run… or at our age a three metre hobble would be more appropriate.

Copyright © Tom Kane 2018


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Today Harvey, the black & white springer on the right above, goes back to see the vet, a week after we picked him up. He has come on in leaps and bounds, literally almost, and can now walk unaided except on slippery surfaces like our tiled floor. But on a carpet or outside he has even taken to trotting a little. There seems no sign of the problems with his spine, the Ataxia, and his collapsing back legs. He’s a bit wobbly to start off, but soon gets moving.

He still needs help up and down steps but he’ll take those in his stride as he gathers his strength and confidence.

We have a problem with anxiety though. He still barks if I’m not in the room or close by. If I have to go out, which I did the other day for two hours, he barks, loudly, continuously. This, the vet told us, is normal. Normal it may be but it’s not much fun being in the same room for two hours with a dog who barks non-stop, loudly. I’ve not had a good nights sleep for a week, not to mention the three weeks of sleepless nights before that while Harvey was caged at the vets for an induced ‘bed rest’ prior to surgery.

We have a supplement we have tried and that calms him down for a couple of hours in the morning and at night. But he always wakes around 1-2 in the morning and I have to sit up with him until dawn. That’s Harvey’s anxiety. But now we have another worry, with Holly.

She has a lump we discovered to her right side near her tail. We discovered it yesterday and I’m sure today it’s bigger. So, Holly will be joining us at the vets this afternoon.

It’s ineveitable with both pets and humans of a certain age that medical problems will arise. It’s how we cope with these medical emergencies that defines us. Fingers crossed Harvey is well on the mend and that Holly’s lump is nothing to worry about.

Copyright © Tom Kane 2018

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Harvey’s neurological problem, his Ataxia, meant that when we brought him home from the vets his backs legs were not working. There are three reasons for this. The Ataxia, the operation to cure it and the fact he was shut up in a cage almost 24 hours a day because the vet didn’t want him to cause any further damage. It was the doggy version of complete bed-rest.

So when we brought him home Thursday it was pretty heart-breaking watching him struggle to sit up, let alone walk. Today it’s Monday and in less than a week Harvey is going from strength to strength. The only problem is I can’t keep up with him. He’s managing to walk, but with a somewhat unsteady gait. Sometimes his back-end wavers and at other times it’s quite steady. But to achieve this I have to carry him outside, gently place him on the ground (he’s not too heavy, I’m not too young) and then hold onto his backside while he tries to walk. Did I say walk. This morning he was running, which is something he didn’t do a lot of before his operation, he’s fourteen years old after all. So conjure up the image of a fourteen year old English Springer Spaniel with a new lease of life (almost) swiftly running followed by an unfit, huffing and puffing, sixty-three year old man in Star Wars Jim-Jams, almost bent double, trying to hold onto Harvey’s backside so he doesn’t fall.

Just to make matters worse, he’s not fitted with a stop light, so fails to indicate when we’re stopping for a rest, a pee or a pooh! Invariably this causes accidents… the least of which is smelly fingers and the worst is sticky fingers, but you get the picture… I apologise if you were eating when you read this.

This coming Thursday he’s back at the vets to check on his progress, and to see if they need to give him physio or if what we’re doing is sufficient. I think they may conclude I need the physio, not Harvey. I have muscles developing in my backside I never knew existed.

There is one dark cloud. Harvey is a little insecure at the best of times. He likes to be close, especially to me, the alpha male. With being shut away for three weeks at the veterinary clinic, day and night, he’s developed a much more pronounced clinginess. So much so if I simply leave the room he barks… incessantly. So, I have had to sit up with him at night for the last three nights. Last night we even had him in our bed laid between myself and my wife (her suggestion not mine) so that he doesn’t get stressed. Of course, this suits our other Springer, Holly.

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There is nothing Holly likes better (after chasing the ball) to sleeping at the bottom of our bed.

Welcome to my brave new world of sleep deprivation, pooh-pit-stops and barking loud enough to wake the dead.

But I’ll do it all again just to watch Harvey mooching around the garden.

Copyright Tom Kane © 2018

As a English expat author living in Cyprus, you may think my life revolves around cocktails by the pool. You would be wrong. In ten years on the island I’ve had my fair share of adventures and interesting experiences.

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After over three weeks of playing a very difficult waiting game with Harvey’s illness, he has finally been given the all clear to come home by the vet. Yesterday we collected him in the afternoon and so begins a pretty intense period where we have to work on Harvey’s physio ourselves for a week. If after that period we need more professional help then we have access to that.

Harvey’s problem with the cyst has now cleared up with surgery and that’s fine. It’s his back problem and lack of ability at walking on his back legs that’s the problem. However he’s a fighter and despite the vet telling us we would need to ‘massage’ him to make him pee, we’ve found he’s fully functional in that respect. His presumed inability to pee and walk were hand-in-hand with the symptoms of treatment for Ataxia, but Harvey has surprised us all by attempting to walk as soon as we got him home yesterday. He’s even taken to chewing a bone, one of his favourite pastimes.

It took him all of twenty minutes to take the end off that bone, then another and now he’s on his third. But we’ve made sure he’s not been able to swallow any of the bone.

He’s also managing to walk, though somewhat wobbly, a short distance and have a pee ‘unaided’ even managing a little squat to do so.

All in all, Harvey’s doing great and we have the fab vets and staff at V3ts in Larnaca to thank.

Copyright © Tom Kane 2018

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Have you ever had the feeling you’re swimming in molasses, against the tide, with your hands tied behind your back? That’s the feeling I and I’m certain a few other expats living in the EU are currently feeling. It was bad enough for those of us Brits who voted to stay in the EU, but to now have the divorce settlement saga go on and on and with no sign of a resolution, it’s getting a lot of people down.

Okay, so it’s my own fault for living in the EU, in Cyprus. It was my choice and yes, I have to live with that choice. But to be fair, at the time I moved to Cyprus from England it was 2008 and there was not a whiff of a campaign to drag Britain out of the EU kicking and screaming.

True, I moved at the height of the financial crisis and true, five years later Cyprus almost went bust and there have been various mini traumas of varying natures and each were problematic and some made worse by where I lived. But it was my choice to live in the EU so I can’t cry over my spilled milk.

But that doesn’t stop me bemoaning the fact that the UK government has announced that EU residents in the UK will have their right to live in the UK honoured. Nobody that I know of in the EU has come out and stated that British citizens living in the EU will be given the same status. In other words, the divorce happens at the end of March 2019 and we Brits living in the EU, almost 2 million of us, have no idea what to expect in around 23 weeks time.

So we look at best case scenarios and worse case scenarios. We speculate on moving back to the UK, which will make us look like refugees in our own country, or we speculate that the EU will welcome us with open arms and make us EU citizens… sorry, I’m English, I don’t want to be Cypriot, I just want to live in Cyprus. Yes, you could say I want my cake and eat it. Why not, I’ve worked (and still working) bloody hard to get to this position where in ten years I’m pretty settled and looking forward to retirement. Then the rug is pulled from under me, and many of my compatriots, and we’re all left wondering what will become of us.

Theresa May and Jean-Claude Juncker probably have the utmost respect for each other, but as the clock ticks away, they seem to have forgotten about the people on both sides they are there to represent.

It must be as frustrating to the people of Northern Ireland who have no idea if they will be forced to go back to a hard border between the north and the south. Having lived in Northern Ireland I know how much the people there appreciate the non-border with the south.

There are many people, across Europe, whose lives are balanced on a knife edge while the politicians bicker and leak damaging little stories against each other. It can only end in tears and slowly, inevitably, the clock ticks down to an acrimonious divorce of Britain from Europe.

Copyright Tom Kane © 2018

As a English expat author living in Cyprus, you may think my life revolves around cocktails by the pool. You would be wrong. In ten years on the island I’ve had my fair share of adventures and interesting experiences.

Read a free sample of A Pat on his Back – Only £1.99 on Amazon Kindle.

Read a free sample of my WW2 action/adventure novel Operation Werwolf – Only £1.99 on Amazon Kindle.

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Living in Cyprus: 2015 here

Hitler’s Secret Atomic Bomb here

An Indie Author Quick Guide to Blogging here


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image of our dog Harvey

It’s been a roller coaster week since I last posted about Harvey. His initial problem with his spine, Ataxia, was due to be operated on a week last Tuesday. But an ultra-scan showed a large mass on his pancreas. The vet suspected pancreatitis, but it could easily have been cancer. Harvey wasn’t eating and was too ill to operate, so they decided to treat for pancreatitis in the hope it was nothing more sinister. It took a few days but Harvey pulled round and started to eat.

By the week-end just gone Harvey was ravenous, always a good sign. By the start of the week the vet’s did another ultrasound scan which showed the mass had not gone down as much as they had hoped. It was decided they would do an exploratory operation to see what was going on with his pancreas and if all was well and they could fix it then continue to do his spinal operation.

The last two weeks have been pretty much a wait and see period. Yesterday Harvey was scheduled to have his operations. The wait up until noon that was a nightmare. But the receptionist telephoned and told us his op was over and he was okay. Not a lot of news but the vet would call us later. By mid-afternoon the vet had telephoned we knew Harvey’s condition was a little more serious than we had thought.

It turns out pancreatitis wasn’t the problem. He had a cyst between his small and large intestine which had caused the bloody mass. This had then attached itself to his pancreas. The vet removed the mass, cyst and part of his intestine and sent these for tests, but he believes it wasn’t cancerous.

Next the vet did the surgery on Harvey’s spine, which went well.

Now we play the waiting game once more. We have visited on a daily basis until yesterday. We decided yesterday he didn’t need any excitement after his operation. Today we will visit in the morning and give him a little bit of light food and keep our fingers crossed he recovers well from both operations.

Then the physio starts on his back and we see how much he can move and what his muscle wastage is like. Once he’s strong enough to come home we will be shown by the physio how we can work on Harvey in our pool. Let’s hope it’s not a cold winter!

Copyright Tom Kane © 2018